I think I can say "How much is that cow?" in Japanese.

I dropped a shelf on my ankle today at work. Actually, I dropped the shelf and it slid against my leg really hard. I was wearing track pants at the time (every day is Casual Friday, except no printed tee shirts ever) so it took some of the impact, but right now it's kind of throbbing and there's going to be a right pretty bruise later. Right now, it's just a faint blue with a pink streak in it.

....I might take a picture of it later.

Yes, this is what I've been reduced to.

I was always that kid that was really just profoundly absorbed by personal scars and wounds, but put it in the context of a horror movie, and I'm totally covering my eyes and asking, "is it over? is the decapitation over?" Unless of course you make it funny. Thank you Edgar Wright and Simon Pegg.


P.S. Dear Friends, you are all smokin' hot.

I might enter, but I'm worried about my photogenic curse.